A mistress in a leather corset and thigh high boots is tugging at his nipple clamps. My mistress pauses and grins at her. "Having fun? I am." The mi...stress in leather looks out at me and laughs. "Oh my God. This I have to see." She puts her lips to the fat man's ear. "Don't go away," she tells him in the singsong voice of a mommy cajoling a 2-year-old to eat their strained carrots. The fat slave groans as she carelessly lets the weights attached to his nipple clamps drop from her hand and. ”“Did you notice anyone living with her?”“They all live together, my holiness. The shacks are the size of their bodies. But I know where this Fatima lives. It’s not such a long walk.”“Vasilla, you have done well. Right now I want you to stay away from the slums. We must wait until she gives birth.”“And how long will that be, my holiness?”“Soon. Giving birth takes time.”“What shall we do now?”“You will stay in the hotel. Here you will learn how to say prayers without my help.”“Yes, my holiness.. When I kissed her I could tell she had been drinking a bit. After we all had some wine my friend got up to take a shower. Her friend, we shall call Ogor, got up to get me more wine and when she bent over in front of me to pour it I saw she had nothing on under her long t-shirt. I k**ded her and said she needed to be carefull because I saw something that looked good.She turned and pulled her shirt off and said I bet this looks even better. She kissed me and grabbed my hand and placed it between. Fucktwat had been careful to find and invite Sluthole's parents and family just so they could see this. Up the near altar she could see that Jim was filming everything, and she knew Michael would make each of the girls masturbate to this footage many times in coming days. She was glad there would be a record of the look on Sluthole's face as she pissed in front of her parents. It made Fucktwat even hornier just thinking about it. She wanted to masturbate as she walked - it would be.